Don’t leave me,†he whispers.
“Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!†I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving.
“Really?†His eyes widen.
“What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?â€
He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.â€
“What?†I snap.
“Marry me,†he whispers.
— E.L. James
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